I wanted to love this book. A lot.
I am Asian. I am an immigrant. And I love my parents.
And yet, I found myself struggling to connect with the author and relate to her emotions.
This book looks like a bowl of my favorite Asian comfort food at first glance. However, once you dig in, you realize the flavor is completely different from what you remember or expect.
I’m not saying this is an average book. I am just saying this is not the book for me.